A rotting moon began to rise up from the seafloor, upon which was visible a face. It was that of a young woman. To Xu Qing, she looked similar to the young man he had seen when accepting the legacy of the golden crow, as if the two were brother and sister.0

The rotting face pulsed with a death aura that formed netherworld chains, which pierced through it in a ghastly manner. At the same time, a terrifying godly might began to build up within it. Apparently, it wanted to emerge into reality. It was already affecting the world around it, even Xu Qing.0

This godly might was different from the aura of any god Xu Qing had encountered before! It was different from the surrounding mutagen! It was as if... it had nothing to do with the broken face.0

All gods in the modern Revered Ancient were connected to the broken face. Either they had been born because of the face or had come with the face. And all had traces of the broken face’s aura. They all had the same lineage.0

But... not this moon. As soon as shē appeared, Xu Qing could...2